He raised himself on his elbow to look around.

Nell was still asleep.

The blanket was tucked close to her chin.

Her chestnut hair was tumbled like a schoolgirl's; she looked as fresh and sweet as the morning.
"Nell, Nell, wake up," said Jim, thinking the while how he would love to kiss those white eyelids.
Nell's eyes opened wide; a smile lay deep in their hazel shadows.
"Where a I?
Oh, I remember," she cried, sitting up.

"Oh, Jim, I had such a sweet dream.